That shriek was unmistakable. And so is that wing-span. It is Styx. And the bear sees him, too. Now’s our chance.
Drott places his hand on his brother’s shoulder, and the Zolannese warrior grew several feet in height. Kane immediately swung at the animal and bear-ly (see what I did there?) hit it, opening its flesh. The bear roared, it’s mouth as large as a human head. The bear growled and began to back away.
It’s afraid. And knows we can harm it. We can avoid this fight and keep moving.
Kane swung again, striking the creature in the face. It roared again, its mouth filled with blood. Styx swept in from behind and mangled its back a bit more. The animal tried to run, but it was now surrounded. Kane struck it a couple more times, and the animal collapsed to the ground.
“Look, Brother. We have meat!”
“It seems we do. Let’s make our way back to camp.”
“Yes.” Kane took a moment to look around. “Which way is it?”
“I don’t know. This is the reason we need a guide.” Drott turned to Styx, who had already begun to feast on the dead animal. “Styx. Kaw kaw, k’kaw kaw, kaw.”
“Kaw. Kaw kaw, k’kaw.”
“Kaw.” Styx took flight. “Kaw kaw.”
“Styx will lead us to it. You can carry the food. He wants some when we get there.”
Kane shrunk back down to his normal size and threw the dead animal over his back. “Yeah. Sure.”
The two brothers began to march through the forest. “Why would you think the beast would attack you?”